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Lay It On Me Lyrics

Artist: Kid Rock
Album: Cocky

Lay it on meKing Cowboy baby, you know my creditsDon't ask if it's true, fuck it I said itRegret it? (Never) Pimpin'? (Forever)Pull more hoe's than the free cash leversSo you better never, question the cleaver, cleaverI sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than everYou better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss meCause that's how we do it up in Detroit city

71 super charged big block hemmyYa eldavarge, I'm livin' more like LemmyB-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet's is hotBut you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid RockAnd Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gunWe're the band that other bands run fromDoin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find meIf you want some of that flash a pass, come back andlay it on me

Lay it on meBaby you gotLay it on meUhh..just lay it on meLay it on meLay it on me

Now, people always say I aint livin' rightBut it aint my fault you misplaced your lightReplaced your wife with some 2 bit missyNow she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit cityKickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugsHit me with a micky, fast women and drugs1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm goneWake me up to eat around the crack of dawnI'm makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggsYou'll feel the irish tornado when you spread your legsNo need to bag, and don't trail behind meJust step up front a little lady andLay it on me

Lay it on meBaby you gotLay it on meUhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on meLay it on meLay it on meHey, hey, hey

(talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam.We're comin', we're comin', we're comin'Live from Detroit it's Saturday nightGot the funky fresh rhyme no beat to biteAnd to ya'll hee haws who thought I'd never rankI'm goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitchI got rich off a keepin' it realWhile you radioheads are reinventin' the wheelGot critics all trippin' off I don't know whatWhile I'm sippin' king louie not givin' a fuckTrash me in the news, give me wack reviewsBut you'll never find another who can fill my shoesWho can roll the blues, who can rock the rapWho can rock, who can roll, who can flow like thatUhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbersFrom Pam Anderson to Suzanne SummersUnderstand I want peace like GandiBut until that day I'ma walk this way so

Lay it on meI'm talkin' all night longLay it on meLike a bang a gongLay it on meWith AC/DC onFrom hells bells to the next 9 songsLay it on meI can love you like thatLay it on meI'd rather fuck to FoghatLay it on meYeah I can make you shakeSlow ride it baby through the piano breakCome on, come on, come onSo step up front little ladyLay it on meGot to lay it onLay it on meYeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhOhhhhhh lat it on meYou gotta 1, 2, 3 give it upLay it on me